PTW, and if you're still accepting Dorfing, please count me in
dwarf'd as a legendary weaver-turned-militia-captain
playing tonight.
those blue things are mussels. Avolition wasn't kidding,
my god===
It is year 7. This world is unquestionably young. Us 41 dwarves are willed by the gods to brew beer and fight goblins.
Shaud is now the King Consort, I guess.
Last year the queen arrived, throwing a wrench into our plans for world domination. Avolition threw down a competent series of royal suites to host her greatness, but more could be done. She complains of the large stone boulders blocking her path.
The queen is a competent swordsdwarf.
Each room provides the royal treatment
The boulders will have to wait, since we have a much more pressing concern. Our military records were destroyed when Bem threw the ledger into the stream. Turns out he was drunk and thought it was some kind of evil tome.
This left us without a proper command structure, so with the queen's input I sat down and re-arranged our dwarves into proper formations. Here at Manorsquares, EVERYONE lifts a blade or a bludgeon, no matter their profession.
Baprr with his axe fighters, myself with the swordfighters, and everyone else under two Militia Captains would train intermittently. A few dwarves were deemed too useful to risk in proper fighting, and assigned to a separate "notables and VIPs" squad. This includes our surgeons, doctors, queen and King.
The miners were excused from training seeing as they would naturally develop great strength through labor. Woodcutters are notoriously covetous of their axes, and would balk at the notion of using their honed bladeheads to fight. So they, too, were excused from duty.
Further concerns were raised by the miners. Our central staircase had penetrated two of the caverns, and remained exposed to the dark shadows of the depths.
It would take a month or two to close these gaps in the walls, so this action was prioritized. We were fighters, sure, but underequipped and undertrained. A proper cavern combat arena would be made before the end of the year if all went well.
It was noted during my review of the fortress that the black surface sand was easily dug, and considered some kind of water moat or canal to direct attacking forces.
Finally, the dwarves are unhappy and the food stocks are empty. So much to do, so little time to train...
Spring softly passes us by as work continues.
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